Something I Know
Gabrielle Freeman I push and twist the needle tip onto the pen designed for children; the sharp punctures the rubber membrane of the small glass vial. I pierce my daughter’s thigh, fatty enough for insulin. Aurora was three.…
Gabrielle Freeman I push and twist the needle tip onto the pen designed for children; the sharp punctures the rubber membrane of the small glass vial. I pierce my daughter’s thigh, fatty enough for insulin. Aurora was three.…
Kathleen Nalley and Gabrielle Brant Freeman Dear Kathleen, So, you know those fabric and yarn “Crashing Witch” Halloween decorations that you start to see in Michael’s in, like, August? Yeah, well, Denise and Maureen wrote a poem about…